I was mistaken. Potter is not the devil. He is the devil’s evil twin.

Today as I attempted to teach the second year dunderheads about the essential properties of rat spleen, Potter made a conscious decision to interrupt me in midsentence and throw the class into disarray. He sat upon the part of my robe that draped on the floor, drooled on it, then stretched his arms up and baby talked his way into getting picked up.

Furious, I removed thirty points from the class and gave Potter several detentions in which he will spend in a securely locked playpen.